Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 67: 22. Hunters never lack patience, but blind hunters always go astray [Updated 25/50]

(Additional update for the "Gugu who eats meatballs" brother [5/5])
"cough cough"

Gul'dan opened his eyes amidst a violent cough.

He felt as if he had really died once, but death did not give him rest. Instead, his torn and broken soul was thrown into the evil fire forging, like a piece of hot iron being hammered countless times on an anvil, in order to peel off the incompetent debris from this weak soul and infuse it with something sharper.

This is the demons' punishment for the losers.

Gul'dan was well aware of this, having long served the Defiler in secret.

He knew very well the style of the great demon lord who roamed the stars. If he was not still useful, he would probably be eaten by the cruel demons as soon as his body was burned by the terrifying Sentinel and he fell into the twisting void.

Feeding the dog in the true sense!

Ever since Sargeras's favorite pet, the mad and hateful Scorchhound Lord Redmaw, died at the hands of the "Light Butcher" Diak'em more than 20,000 years ago, the various demons of the Burning Legion have been looking for new "spiritual comfort" in the starry sea for their pet-less masters.

Even though the Scorch Hound is inherently rare, many demons eager to flatter it still find it.

The two most outstanding, cruel and violent "twins" were sent to Argus to be trained to follow the Dark Titan in hunting the void, but the remaining defective products were all taken in by the Polluter. It is said that this is related to the Polluter's past experiences. In short, it favors those demonic creatures with beast-like postures.

Gul'dan knew this. In the nightmares woven by the fel energy, he had seen more than once how the fel lord named "Hakkar the Dog King" used souls from the material world as delicious dog food and gave them to the ferocious and violent hellhounds to share.

He knew that the Polluter's tolerance for failure was limited. If he caused it to fail again, his fate would be no better than those souls thrown to dogs.

But this death is not necessarily a bad thing.

Although the Defiler is as brutal as other demons, it at least has brains.

It knew that Gul'dan's failure meant that the orc warlock's power was no longer enough to deal with the situation in Draenor after Diak'um's return, so the fel forging in the Twisting Nether was the process of infusing Gul'dan with power.

Generally speaking, this process is called "magic casting".

It and "ascension to a demon" are two different concepts. The former is strengthening, and the latter is the blessing of the advancement of life forms. As long as Gul'dan completes the tasks assigned by the Polluter, he can also receive the reward of ascension to a demon, and truly join the Burning Legion in a more glorious and powerful manner, becoming one of the overlords of the destroyed star sea.

It was a promise made long ago and one of the original motivations for Gul'dan to work diligently.

As an orc who was born weak and regarded as a waste and incompetent by his aggressive tribesmen since childhood, Gul'dan's desire for power and strength is so intense that in order to realize his ambitions, nothing is expendable in the eyes of this orc.

"You're back!"

A flattering call awakened Gul'dan from the painful remnants of the magic forging, and the orc warlock instantly returned to his original cold and ruthless attitude.

He knew that the Shadow Council he had established was filled with all kinds of "heroes". If he did not always maintain a cool attitude, he would easily be devoured by this group of scum who were as "outstanding" as him in doing evil things.

Gul'dan knew very well what kind of disciples he had taught.

He snorted coldly and stood up from the ceremony of the Well of Souls with his stronger, greener and larger body. Immediately, a warlock handed him an orc-style skull staff, and a dark green hood and robe were also draped over him. The bone spurs that became more hideous after being infused with fel energy had turned into green crystals, making Gul'dan look quite majestic like a "Great Fel Lord".

There were visible green flames burning on his neck, arms, waist and abdomen. Those were the "light and shadow effects" that came with being cast as magic. The weakness of his torn soul had been filled with pure evil energy.

Under the gaze of several high-level warlocks below, Gul'dan casually grabbed a ball of liquid, animated, scorching hellfire in his palm.

"Hmm, power."

The orc chuckled.

He could feel that the gift from the Defiler allowed him to easily gain greater power, and he could even vaguely feel the existence of the power level called "demigod". Gul'dan knew that he was now among the top legends in Draenor.

But he still wasn't completely sure whether he could defeat the crazy "Incarnation of Holy Light" that day.

This tragic defeat taught Gul'dan to be cautious. The Draenei were not as weak and incompetent as he thought, especially after the return of the obviously ruthless Vigilante Saint. It would not be so easy for the orcs to take down those blue-skinned people by war.

But that's not a bad thing, he's always good at looking at things from both sides.

If the Draenei show too much aggressiveness, it will force those hesitant orc clans to join the tribe he founded under pressure.

Chieftain Blackhand would also be happy to see such a trend, but the most urgent task now is to quickly tie the most warlike legendary chieftains among the orcs to their chariots so that they will no longer have the possibility of cowardly behavior.

Gul'dan already had a complete plan for this, but before returning to Nataran Jungle, he had one last thing to do in Shadowmoon Valley. He couldn't go back to see Blackhand with a stupid failure.

The chief had a bad temper, although his bad temper made him more suitable to be a puppet.

"So, Teron'gor, my excellent apprentice, have our friends at the Temple of Karabor sent back any news?"

In this dark and remote hiding place, with braziers burning around them, Gul'dan asked. The legendary warlock known as "Tarron'gor" immediately stepped forward and answered with great respect:
"Just before you awakened from the glory of the magic forge, my beloved mentor, our weak blue-skinned friends sent back a message. They are willing to help us take the risk to stop the newly returned Vigilant Saint in the Karabor Temple. They are also willing to cooperate with you in the destructive attack on the golden city.

But they have a request.

They don't seem to think that the Sentinels will die in this attack. They think that the resurrected saint is a big trouble. They ask us to cooperate with them to complete the assassination of Diakum Zastins elsewhere!

To be on the safe side, they decided to summon a fel demigod into Draenor to serve as the executioner.

But that knowledge is in your hands alone."

"Well, it's safe to think about it. I've personally fought against Diakum. I fought that dangerous incarnation of Holy Light for hundreds of rounds, but we were both still tied. However, he seems to have some strange power that allows the Holy Light to converge on him in an exaggerated and unreasonable way.

I was unprepared for this and received a harsh lesson that was enough to wake me up."

Gul'dan boasted about himself expressionlessly, coughed, and said:
"He is indeed a strange blue creature and must be treated with caution! Our friend's caution is justified. A fel demigod entering the material world can indeed accomplish this task. So, I'll leave it to you, Teron'gor.

I will teach you the knowledge you need."

He looked at his most outstanding disciple and admonished:
"Don't underestimate Diak'em Zastins. That Draenei saint is very dangerous. If you want to assassinate him, you must prepare thoroughly before acting. Don't rush into anything."

"I will follow your teachings, my mentor."

Teron'gor, who was tall and looked more like a warrior than a warlock, nodded very respectfully. The big orc wearing a green devil-horned helmet asked again:
"But if I cooperate with Socrethar's disciples in carrying out this assassination, who will lead the attack on the Temple of Karabor?

The other party said that they could only create a window for us, which meant that we could not send a large army. Moreover, because the wrath of the elements had caused the terrain of Shadowmoon Valley to change, it was difficult for the army to pass quickly.

We must select the elite!
He must be powerful enough, otherwise, with the fighting power displayed by that saint, it would be nothing more than sending a few more dead ghosts to him to improve his record.

Even if there's a high probability that we won't be able to assassinate him this time, we must leave him with a deep enough wound to facilitate the assassination of that guy later."

"Haha, I already have the perfect candidate, you don't have to worry about that."

Gul'dan looked far-sighted and unfathomable. He walked among his apprentices with his bone staff, feeling the fear and panic in the hearts of these warlocks, and he was very satisfied with it.

他 说:

"I will create a perfect opportunity for our friends, and I will also create a great opportunity for our assassins and raiders. That Draenei saint defeated me and humiliated me, but I will soon give him my due!
I will show him firsthand the power we orcs possess. The Temple of Karabor will burn tonight.

Ah, the fall of this magnificent city in flames will truly usher in an era of war between the Draenei and the Orcs.

Draenor is too small!

This world cannot support so many races and civilizations. The orcs are destined to rise with war, and the tribes are destined to rise on the corpses of other races!"

“All of this will be accomplished under your leadership.”

Teron'gor added cautiously, which made Gul'dan feel satisfied but he did not show it. He just asked casually:
"How are the Shadowmoon Warlocks preparing?"

"They haven't stopped, as you commanded, Master."

The big warlock replied seriously:

"At noon today, they captured the trajectory of the Dark Star in the sea of stars above Shadowmoon Valley. At the cost of forty people, we have established true contact with that evil dark star.

It longs to return to 'home'.

Yes, it casts a dark illusion, showing us a time when it coexisted with the blue-skinned draenei.

Even though it has lost its mind, it still instinctively desires to return to its family and continue to protect them. Unfortunately, once the Dark Star is summoned and falls into the Karabor Temple, the evil star named "Kara" can only bring the most terrifying nightmare to the blue-skinned people.

Hahaha, just as you predicted, the bombardment of the falling evil star and the explosion of its exaggerated and terrifying evil void power are enough to turn the Karabor Temple into a ghost town on earth overnight!
Now that your Shadow Council has opened the gates to Hell for the blueskins of Karabor Temple, I can't think of anyone more suitable to personally announce the coming of doom to them than your honorable self."

Talongor whispered:
"So, you who understand the secrets of the Dark Star most deeply, will you personally guide the Evil Star to its fall?"

"why not?"

Gul'dan gladly accepted the invitation, saying:

"Seeing the city burn and Diak'em's despair with my own eyes will definitely bring some comfort to my wounded heart. Go and prepare, Talongor. I'll be there shortly.

By the way, take all the demon blood we have. I want to send this blessing of the twisting void to those who truly need it. Yes!

Our Fel Vanguard will, like me, return from the dead through sheer strength of mind."

After hearing this, Taron'gor already knew who was the guy chosen to go to the Temple of Karabor to die tonight.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

His mentor was truly treacherous and shameless, cruel and ruthless. Poor Chief Kilrogg Deadeye had become so miserable, but Gul'dan still wasn't going to let him go. Gul'dan would never let go until he squeezed out the last bit of value from the old chief.

But considering that the progress of Chieftain Blackhand coming in to recruit the elite of these large clans as warriors was not smooth. Well, the politics of the orcs seemed to be no different from other civilizations. They looked bright and beautiful on the outside, but if you shook off the lice-infested robes, you could see the filth and darkness inside.

But it was just a sigh. Teron'gor was not a member of the Bleeding Hollow Clan, so there was no need for him to anger Gul'dan for a dying old man.

joke!

How many lives do you have? How dare you play tricks on Gul'dan? Did you buy your life wholesale from the market in Shattrath City?

Therefore, Teron'gor and other high-level warlocks quickly ran to work, and when Gul'dan arrived at the camp of the Shadow Council's secret base, the large amount of demon blood he needed had already been prepared.

This thing also came from the gift of the Defiler. The great demon lord admired the vitality and rage talents of the orcs very much, but was not very satisfied with their current combat effectiveness. He admired the plague of death and withering, and was eager to see the whole process of Draenor, a world with strong vitality, withering. Therefore, he sent various kinds of magic blood to "help" the orcs become messengers of the plague of death.

It is said that the Defiler is looking for more powerful demonic blood to bestow upon the orcs. Given the efficiency of the Archdemon's actions, Gul'dan estimates that his people will soon be able to receive such a "gift."

But now these magic blood will be useful.

"Ah, Kilrogg, the legendary King of the Jungle and Hand of the Blood Moon, look at you now, how miserable you are."

Gul'dan came to Kilrogg Deadeye's tent surrounded by the fleeing Bleeding Hollow Hunters. He looked at the body in front of him that was almost out of breath, and the humiliating scene of himself being "instantly killed" by Diak'um echoed in his mind, which ignited a fire in his vicious heart.

He stared at the old Blood Ring Chieftain who could no longer speak or even survive, and took the can of sticky magic blood from the warlock next to him, intending to feed the old chieftain who could no longer fight.

But this action was immediately stopped by other Blood Ring Hunters.

"What are you doing! Warlock!"

A sturdy hunter covered in battle patterns roared:
"Don't think we don't know what this is. You used this thing to turn the orcs under your command into green monsters. How dare you use this poison to harm our chieftain in front of us?
you!
Are you provoking the Bleeding Hollow clan?"

"Stupid guy, I'm treating him!"

Gul'dan snorted coldly and said:
"Only this blood, which contains supreme power, can allow him to regain his demonic vitality in a short period of time. If you don't intend to use this treatment method, you can go find a shaman. However, I don't think the elemental spirits you just angered would be willing to heal the orcs who intend to harm them.

How about you carry your chief to the blue-skinned city and pray for mercy from the Holy Light?
I think since the sentinel was able to seriously injure him, he can probably save him as well. Why don't you give it a try?
He just knelt before the blue-skinned goat's hoof and licked its toes obsequiously, like a spineless iguana trying to imitate the blue-skinned one's praise of the Light, just like the cowards of the Bladewind clan.

Perhaps the false light would show mercy and heal Kilrogg Deadeye?

Poor guy!
You have all the brute force but you don't even know why your chief came here!
Chief Kilrogg is fighting for the orcs' right to the lands beneath the sun! He is willing to fight and die for this great cause. I believe that if he could answer now, he would never refuse to drink the demon's blood to gain power.
Cowards use power only to show off their strength, but heroes like Chief Kilrogg use their power for the right thing.

We orcs are never afraid of failure. He was indeed defeated by the Draenei saint, but that was because the shameless saint used the false power of the Holy Light and Kilrogg could only rely on himself.

Now, I will give Kilrogg what he lacks! Let him challenge Diak'um once again!

I believe he will stand proudly amidst the burning ruins of Karabor Temple, and squarely battle Diak'em Zastins in a Mak'Gora that will go down in history! He will use his own strength to declare who is truly the strongest!

Gul'dan roared:

"So, you want to stop your chief from achieving glory? You want to force your chief, who lived a heroic life, to die as a coward and a loser?
tell me!
Look at me, bastard!

you!
Are you still going to stop me?"

The hunters of the Bleeding Hollow clan are brave enough, but they are not very good at thinking, not to mention facing the eloquent Gul'dan. Well, even if the brains of all the Bleeding Hollow orcs in the camp were tied together, they would probably not be enough for Gul'dan to defeat them with one hand.

This guy cunningly switched the concept, but no one could find his mistake.

He could only watch as Gul'dan scooped out a spoonful of sticky liquid emitting green fluorescence from the jar with a pungent smell, and then used some warlock magic to refine the liquid to make it purer and more condensed, and then poured it into Kilrogg Deadeye's mouth.

Several high-level warlocks lost no time in carving runes that channeled fel energy on the body of Dead Eye Chief. It was like a cruel surgical operation, causing the blood to flow continuously. In the end, the blood flowing from Dead Eye Chief's wounds took on a green fluorescent color.

However, it turns out that this thing is really useful.

As Gul'dan poured in the demon blood, Kilrogg Deadeye quickly gained enough brutal vitality from his dying state. His breathing became steady and then violent, his heartbeat went from weak to strong and finally like a war drum, his skin became tougher and even grew dark green scales.

Finally, after the last spoonful of demon blood was drunk, the hideous black bone spur pierced Kilrogg's skin and grew from his shoulder blade, like the back of some beast.

He opened his eyes amid the sorcerers' deceptive chanting.

It was like a long nightmare. The first thing he did after regaining consciousness was to wave his hand and touch his chest and abdomen. He felt the burning wound that almost cut him in half, but under the effect of the magic energy restored by the magic blood, the carbonized wound had scabbed over and healed, leaving only a scary scar.

"Are you awake?"

Gul'dan chuckled furtively. He said:
"I have prepared a weapon for you, a demon-forged fel halberd with a terrible curse. Once it is pierced into the body of the Sentinel, he will be contaminated by the fel energy and become weak.

I've also prepared the battlefield you need. In order to give you a chance to defeat Diakum fairly, and to set the stage for you, I've even mobilized all my connections.

Well, the Temple of Karabor shall burn and wail tonight, and you shall have the honor of being the first to enter it, my dear Chief Kilrogg.

You will personally secure the Horde's first victory, and your name will be recorded in our glorious history."

"You have only armed me with your own hands, and sent me to my death."

Kilrogg said hoarsely:

“You turned me into a monster with that disgusting thing, I really should strangle you to death but that’s it.

I have seen my death clearly again. Fate has predicted to me everything that will happen tonight. I know how I will die, who will kill me, and I even know how I will die.

It doesn't matter. A Blood Ring Hunter's life is a rush towards his inevitable death.

We are fearless. We are born, grow up and fight to be able to face death with open arms.

I will go there as you wish, and I will obey the discipline of fate.

But Gul'dan"

"Ok?"

The First Warlock looked at Kilrogg, who was determined to die and ready to embrace his inevitable death. The latter looked back at him, his ferocious, bloodshot eyes filled with disgust.

他 说:

"I did not see the burning Temple of Karabor in that vision. I did not see a glorious victory in my death. You will fail! Whatever you plan to do to the Draenei city tonight, no matter how ambitious you are, you will fail tonight.

I don't know how you'll fail, but I'm sure you'll flee Shadowmoon Valley in panic and despair, like a spineless goren being frightened back into its lair.

do you know? "

Kilrogg raised his claw-like hand and tapped Gul'dan's chest rudely.

He said indifferently:
"For a proud bastard like you, this is the best lesson for you, this is the loudest whip that can hit you.

Failure will make you miserable!
I will die tonight, and no matter whether I did right or wrong, I have no regrets in my life, but you are destined to be a loser!

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case!"

Gul'dan's ferocious fangs were trembling.

He was really angry and was about to ridicule Kilrogg, but he saw him turn around and push his people away. He waved his hand and said:

"Don't try to convince me, convince yourself, you poor wretch who is destined to achieve nothing!

Listen up all Bleeding Hollow Hunters, I will not have you follow me to the Temple of Karabor tonight. This is not a fair duel. As a monster, I have no honor left, but you can still retain your dignity.

Let's go back!
Back to our jungle.

Wait patiently for your destiny's moment. At that time, be sure to make the right choice, children.

You must remember me now!

This monster, covered in scars and stumbling toward death, is your greatest lesson."

(End of this chapter)